"Clayton Emery - Robin Hood's Treasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Emery Clayton)

this plan might not work.
With a toe-popping lurch, he ripped the sword free. It was just in time,
for a silver blade swung at his neck like an executioner's blade. Robin
shoved his steel into the air and even managed to back the flat side with
his other hand. The knight's sword struck his with a muffled clang that
hurt to hear. It was a solid blow, too solid. Off-balance and clumsy,
Robin was knocked sprawling. He tossed the sword rather than cut his
face open.
Somewhere along the way he hit the dirt floor with his back, then his
head. Someone kicked his foot. Someone kicked him in the ribs. He
rocked forward to get clear and almost ran onto a sword blade.
"Ouch!"
The tip was dull. It did no more than puncture his tunic and bruise his
breastbone. But it stopped him cold. He sighted along the shimmering
blade. It seemed to go on forever, like a one-color rainbow. The tip of
the sword skipped from Robin's breastbone to just under his chin.
"Don't kill him, Wycliff! He said treasure!"
Treasure? thought Robin. I said that? His thoughts jiggered like tadpoles
in a pond. Treasure?
A third knight shouted. "Where is this treasure you spoke of, lout? It
means your life."
"Umm... Yes, milord."
"It's `milord,' now," said a man. Robin couldn't see any of them well, up
there in the dark of the rafters. "He's scared."
"Hush. Talk! Who are you, anyway? Why are you in devil's green?"
"He looks like a beggar."
"Not with them boots, he don't."
Ned spoke from behind the bar. "He's Robin Hood, the famous outlaw.
He robs the sheriff and others on the road. Rich folk. He's got a lot of
treasure hidden away, back there in the forest."
"How much?" Someone kicked him. "How much?"
"Oh --" Robin's croaked and tried again. "Oh, some. Gold marks, a
double fistful at least."
"No."
"Aye. Some stamped with William's head. Some with Harald's."
The sword at Robin's throat backed an inch. "What else?"
"German pennies. Ecus. Florins. They're all the same, same size and
weight. Lots of silver. Fifty marks if it's a penny."
Ned asked, "Would you lords like a drink while you plan? My ale's
fresh-brewed in new vats."
"Aye. That's good." The greedy man, the leader, sheathed his sword.
"Rufus, watch him. Don't let him up."
The knights stepped to the bar and took jacks of foaming ale. Rufus
spilled ale out the corner of his mouth as he tried to stare at Robin. The
outlaw laid his head back on the cool earth and rested and listened. His
eyes burned.
Ned talked as if the knights were his best customers. He topped off
their ale and asked whence they travelled, what they'd seen, what the
news. They bragged about their latest coup. "We've gained a small
fortune just this morning. Robbed a widow down Derby way. Fired her